dogg pound – just doggin’ lyrics
(feat. nate dogg)
it’s just another day in the hood for kurupt, yeah, that’s me
got schooled by snoop in a black cherokee
daz in the back, warren g. in the front
nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
back up i stack up the weed
tha pound and the row is my only friends
if you talk sh-t, i hit you hard as i can
you talk sh-t once but never again
well, i’m back with the bubonic chronic sack for that -ss
so all my doggs pack the back, laced his -ss
to the fullest feeling i’m feelin you never could feel
while your mind is comin where your body is chill
as i mob with tha pound and my n-gg- nate dogg
not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball
yo, saw y’all motherf-ckers wanna see like doggs
wanna be like doggs, but can’t compare to doggs
it’s like one to the two, two to the three
k to the u-r-u-p-t
in fact, i steps with a tech in the back
in the hood, ain’t got no love, so i packs a strap
and i once knew a n-gg- named dr. dre
he was a baller from the motherf-cking cpt(a baller from the cpt)
he hooked up with the n-gg-s from the lbc
and now they f-ckin up the whole rap industry
well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call dat n-gg- daz
an og straight puttin it down for the eastside(right)
but this is just a dove sack of dope
so till yo -ss dopes this mo
now, you can’t see my mothaf-ckin homies from the cpt
and you can’t see my mothaf-ckin doggs from the lbc
check this flow, hoover ain’t the word to describe me, n-gg-
remember, i’m murderin n-gg-s as a hobby
bodies get battered for f-ckin with the best dogg dump
with the tech-n-terror to f-ckin chest start
do i give a f-ck (h-ll no) i’m a locc n-gg-
who you tryin to provoke(n-gg-) step up, get smoked n-gg-
get the strap in the back i’m rollin and a b-mpin
n-gg-s talk sh-t i won’t write and start dumpin
uh, who play the role like the g’s
punk -ss middle f-ckin mark n-gg-s, please
murder in the first degree
i step with a tech, burst and flee
you’ll find none worst than me
see, motherf-ckers murdered and mangled, strangled
our b-tches like a bangled
take ya from a whole different angle
b-tches, i’m never sympin, you’ll see me pimpin
i step the clip in, bust a cap
watch them fall flat on they back
like this and like that from an automatic strap
so for tryin the techno
respect i gets wrecked with a glock
and it just don’t stop
i check every n-gg- known that’s tryin to check me
i wreck microphones verbally, respect me
i’m off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)
oh, so i’m headed out the door
now as i roll with kurupt and my cousin eastwood
on a mission up to no good
we don’t love you b-tch
after we finish diggin
tha pound’s about that dollar and takin no sh-t
from the busta -ss n-gg-s, bell it out sh-t
trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
see i ain’t no fzzzake, i take you to the next stzzzage
one time can’t trzzzace, now why you punk twice
now, you’ve been sleeping on the desk for a long time
waitin for the n-gg- to come bust a dogg rhyme
so motherf-ckers throw your hands in the air
and get your proper groove on like you don’t care
see i don’t love them hoes
i like a b-tta nose
keep my mind on my money, that’s just how my money flows
and so
how, i thought you knew, but now you know
dogg pound’s in tha house, now in the coupe, just d-gg-n
dogg pound’s in tha house, now in the coupe, just d-gg-n
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